One more day to fight. They were able to remove the breathing tube yesterday and have installed a temporary tracheostomy apparatus and a feeding tube as he simply can’t sustain on IV alone. Dr. M has observed some additional feeling lower down his left arm but it is just too stiflingly early to know if more will return to his legs and hand.
My dad and I have the same feet and the same toes, that upon initial observation can look very much like fingers….finger-toes if you will. All potential queries of parental lineage are easily thwarted by simply looking at our feet; Trudy was lucky, hers are not quite as flipper like, though she is still very much on the toe-finger family train with us.
I can’t imagine him not being able to use his finger-toes anymore. I can’t imagine that he will not dance – he can cut the rug like he invented it – and really his version of dancing does look like something he did in fact invent. We all know that we can’t think like that, but these thoughts creep in like smoke and ugly smells.
He is much more comfortable now that the breathing tube was removed and can at least mouth words in whispered communication instead of being totally mute. Apparently he mouthed “fuck off” to someone and I can honestly say I have not felt happier in days when I heard that. Jim being unable to speak was a hell like no other, he is simply too amazing… an asshole, but our amazing asshole.
Dad, fight until you can’t. We love you so much. You have all corners of the world reverberating in well wishes and prayers for you. The glow is almost palpable.
You can do this.
Well said that girl. You have an ability to express all our thoughts somehow Tracy – very powerfully. Have been waiting for that update all day. So relieved to hear he is swearing again. Never thought I’d say that! We have pictures of Jim grinning at us in the kitchen now. He’s got to get better sooner than later. I don’t think I can cope with him grinning inanely at me for too long. He is my brother, after all.
Traci that cuss I think was for me….spoke to Mum after he sent me that message and she put the phone to his ears and I cussed him right back…and told him to get ‘his ole ass off the bed and walk’!!!!!! LOL as you said when we hear Jim cuss it is like music to our ears cause we know he is on the mend…..we just love this ‘ole asshole’…
Great job Tracy!
Please, when the opportunity presents itself as I am sure it will soon, let the old ass “Craigie” know that he is using up a whole lot of thoughts and prayers from us all who have had the priveledge of being cussed by him on numerous occasions (like every time we met).
Rest assured that they will continue coming his (and you guy’s) way at least until he is back up and cussing again.
Keep up the fight, you have a whole lot of support!
Sending positive thoughts your way. XOXO
Hi Jim, We wanted to let you know we’re thinking of you here in the UK and willing your recovery. If anyone can do it you can, as you’ve always had such great fighting spirit. Not only that, you’ve got fantastic family and friends around you.
Love from Roger and Sue
Hi Tracey, We were really moved by your letter, which must have been so difficult to write. It was a very brave thing to do. Roger and Sue.